Being in Udaipur,
Before I landed here, I was reminded that India is all the extreme. The beauty and the unpleasant, peaceful but loud, the best and the worst. Well, just look at all of the landmark India has. Up north to the mountains and down to the tip of the beaches, few miles from the city to the forest and up west to the dessert. And let's not talk about where does the 70% of the spices come from. Duhh, INDIA! I held my breath as I landed in Delhi Airport the other day.
I had that thought in mind for awhile like a mantra "It's all of the extreme", so glad that I did not find the other way around. You would be dragged in the "Indian world" as you are doing nothing at all. By walking uphill and downhill on the main street, you could hear all the sounds from things that are moving around you. So does the split second, sitting, sipping cold Indian drinks at the rooftop cafe you would find peace, like you have never appreciate this moment of peaceful before in your life. I am not joking. But, but, but...
Well, India is sort of this and that, but the extreme level of this and that. A moment you could find people helping each other at the temple and celebrating, the next second you see on the papers of the bad deeds that a very few of the population do. It is amazing how people in India get to experience so many things at once in India, and I had a chance to feel most of the emotion in the world for these 3 weeks that I hold dear.
However, let's not forget a thing. To be grateful for life that is given, easily, effortlessly. No matter what purpose you are going to serve, no matter what family names you are attached to, no matter how hard the living condition you are about to face when you are born.
I personally love India the most of all the places I have landed on, it gives me the chance to wake up as Indian, eat my meal like the Indian do, taking public transport with the locals, and living with the locals. As soon as I got out from the hostel, I am living an Indian life, I am really feeling it. Let's not forget to thank Sarthak Mohindra, my dear Indian best friend found in South China. Thank you for showing me so many faces of India.
Then, those night before the city palace's lights turned off, from afar, the rooftop of Palace View Guesthouse, I was taking my silent moment reading "Dreaming in Hindi" by Katherine Rusell Rich. Man, I feel it! I am living it here! Thank you Katherine, the author of this book, reading your book really inspire me to come back around again and learn Hindi, as the setting of this book was in Udaipur.
This place, Udaipur, I specifically romanticise it. The weather is somehow milder here than any of the Rajasthan cities in the summer. Walking side by side with the one I love, letting the time passed by exploring the cities, enjoying the company of each other, and sunset, yes. We never missed a day, or a moment of sunsets here. Maybe, maybe I am a little bit crazy over India or this trip, I have not seen much but I experienced a lot here.
Location: Udaipur River, Taj Lake Palace Hotel, The jetty port
White tank top: Topshop, Blue Silk Scarf: Local store bought in Udaipur, Blue jeans: New Look, Chocolate Sling Bag: H&M
My Portraits' Photographer: Guénolé Jean Jacq